Marcus and Anya were at the mess hall, eating dinner like everyone else. Today's dinner was chicken, mashed potatoes, and broccoli. Marcus and Anya sat at a table near the window where they had a good view of the beach and the palm trees that were moving back and forth because of the wind. Marcus was silent the whole time, eating his food while looking at it. Anya watched him, barely eating. She felt a little better that he managed to stay out his room and eat some food. She didn't want to interrupt him but she felt like talking to him.

"So uh...how's the food?" she asked him.

"It's okay."

Anya nodded trying to think of something else.

"It's a nice day today isn't it? The sun is finally going down."

"Yeah like it does everyday," said Marcus. Anya smirked at him.

"Come on Marcus you can lighten up a little bit now. Is there anything you want to talk about? Anything?" Anya asked him. Marcus sighed and put his fork down before looking at her.

"Anya, you know I love you. But...there's just some things I rather not discuss because I'm afraid I'll get...depressed again and I don't want that right now. I'm trying to move on. I really am. But something keeps holding me back."

Anya frowned at his story and placed a hand on his hand gently. Compared to his hand, Anya's hand looked really small.

"Marcus it's time to move on. We finally have a life to ourselves now. I know we lost some important people..."

Anya's voice slowly trailed off. Her lips began quivering. "But...that didn't stop us. We won. And it's all thanks to your father. He was a hero Marcus. And he loved you very much. And the last thing he wanted was for you to be depressed and upset the whole time."

Marcus let out a breath before looking down at his half-eaten almost cold food as he shook his head.

"I know he wanted that. But it's not easy."

"It is easy! I'm here to help you. And that's what I'm gonna do. Tonight, how about we take a walk on the beach and sit by the waves. It helps calm me down and relieving me of stress," suggested Anya. Marcus slowly looked outside and saw the waves whooshing back and forth. He then glanced back at Anya who had a hopeful look on her face, waiting for a response. He did a small grin before nodding.

"Alright Anya. Anything for you," he said. That made Anya's heart warm up. She smiled big at him before they both stood up and put their plates near the sink before leaving. Meanwhile, Cole was sitting in Baird's room still, looking at a picture of him and his mother. He was in his Thrashball gear while his mother was standing beside him, wearing a plaid red dress and her gray hair was in a ponytail. They both looked so happy together. Cole had been staring at that picture for minutes. He always carried that picture with him. Cole really missed her a lot. Sometimes he would write letters about him and wouldn't show them to no one. Sometimes he feels like she's still there with him but he knew it was all in his head. The most part he hated was how people thought he was always happy but in the inside, he was in a lot of heartache and pain. But he had a really good way to keep his pain down by hanging with friends or making people smile. Cole kept staring at the picture in his hand, almost starting to cry. Tears were forming in his eyes and he watched as one teardrop fell in the picture. Cole wiped his eyes and sniffed. He could really use a hug right now from someone. When he heard footsteps approaching the door, he quickly tucked his picture back into his shirt pocket and waited to see who it was at the door. The door opened and it was Baird. Cole smirked as he saw him stumble to his bed and immediately laid on his stomach. Cole shook his head and stood next to him.

"Pretty bad at the bar huh?"

"Leave me alone." groaned Baird. Cole chuckled and patted his back.

"Don't worry Baird. I'll tuck you in nice and easy," teased Cole as he laid a blanket over him. Baird groaned as he held his stomach.

"Advice Cole. Never take four shots of Dizzy's vodka. I can feel that shit tossing and turning inside of me. Feels like vomit is gonna erupt out of me any second," he complained. Cole took a step back.

"I guess you won't be eating tonight then. You better get some sleep. I'll check on you later," said Cole.

Baird waved at him goodbye before slowly turning on his stomach. He was glad he was alone now. He was starting to think about Sam. He knew he was harsh on her but it's a habit when he's around cute chicks like that. He always has to say something disrespectful and he hated it. Part of the reason why he evades certain people. Baird used all the strength he could to sit up in the bed and take the blanket off him. His stomach churned loudly and he felt like he was gonna puke. Before he could make it to the bathroom, he vomited all over the floor. Baird groaned before taking one of his shirts and wiping the floor with it, making a even bigger mess. He rolled his eyes before looking over to the side of the room where he saw Sam's dirty laundry in the basket that he never washed. He walked towards it and knelt next to it. It was all covered in grease and oil from Baird. Baird picked up the basket and set it on the bed.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," he groaned," But it's only right for Sam. Maybe she would forgive me after this."

He picked the basket back up and headed outside.

Sam and Carmine made it back to Sam's room. They stood outside her door, standing there in silence. Sam kept looking down at the ground with a sad face. Carmine saw her and put a hand on her shoulder.

"Hey I'm sorry about what happened back there. He can be a real jackass."

Sam sighed, looking up at him. "I don't know what his problem is. Its like whenever we are together, he has to say something harsh towards me and I never understood why. I mean it's not like I did anything bad to him first," complained Sam.

"Well the only way you could understand is by talking to him when you and him are alone. It seems he's only mean when people are around. It might be different if you guys were alone," suggested Carmine. Sam scoffed.

"He wouldn't listen to me. He would probably treat me more badly alone. I think the best thing to do is ignore him. Maybe that will work," said Sam. Carmine shrugged.

"Well do you still wanna hangout more? We can eat dinner together. I mean you know as friends. Not a date. I mean unless you want to make it a date. I mean-

Carmine rubbed his face making Sam laugh.

"Yeah I think I'm gonna rest a little bit before eating. I'll probably meet up with you later," said Sam as she opened her door. Carmine nodded.

"Alright...well...I'll just go. I'll catch you later," he said shyly. Sam waved at him before closing her door. Carmine whistled quietly before walking to the elevator. "Man she's hot."

"Ugh Fucking tough stains! Why won't this shit come off?" Baird asked himself angrily. He had been in there right now for ten minutes, trying to wash Sam's clothes. Some of it wouldn't even come off. Baird was starting to regret doing this when someone placed a hand on his shoulder. He quickly turned around and saw it was Anya.

"Oh hey," he said kind of irritated. Anya chuckled and saw what he was doing.

"Didn't know you liked doing laundry now for women," she said. Baird rolled his eyes.

"Well these are really Sam's clothes. I messed them up and now I have to wash them. Im regretting this so far," complained Baird. Anya nodded, taking a look at the greasy stains.

"I know a way to get these stains out," she said. Baird jerked his attention to her.

"Please tell me so I can be done."

"Well first you will need some baking soda, a little vinegar, and mix it in the washing machine and it should come off," explained Anya.

"Could you help me?" Baird asked quickly. Anya shook her head no and Baird sighed deeply in annoyance.

"Why?"

"Marcus and I was suppose to walk on the beach tonight. Besides, you did this so now you have to fix it," Anya told him.

"Anya, you know he's just gonna change his mind like always. He's not gonna do it."

Anya frowned at him. "I have faith Baird. I know he's gonna enjoy it."

Baird scoffed and shook his head.

"Right. Like he's really gonna enjoy walking on the beach and looking at the stars like most romantic couples do. Yeah he's gonna have a blast," Baird said sarcastically. Anya smirked at him.

"Oh Baird Baird Baird. Someday you gonna find a woman to do all that stuff with. Maybe Sam might be interested," teased Anya. Baird gave her a look.

"Yeah no thanks but I don't feel like fooling around with a beast thank you very much," Baird said grimly. Anya gasped.

"Baird that's not nice," she said.

"What? It's not like she's here. I have the right to say whatever I want about her or anyone," said Baird. Anya folded her arms over chest. "Are you saying that because she's spending more time with Carmine?"

Baird snorted. "I don't care about them. They're perfect together. Sam's unattractive and annoying. Carmine knows he's ugly because he wears a helmet all the Damn time. See? They're perfect," explained Baird. Anya narrowed his eyes at him. That was probably the meanest thing she ever heard him say about him.

"Well Baird, I'm not gonna hold you up any more. Better get back to work," said Anya. Baird muttered something under his breath by the time she left. As soon as he heard the door close, he slammed his fist on the washing machine. "Dammit why do I do this? What's wrong with me?!"

He kicked the washing machine hard before catching his breath. Minutes later, he went back to washing the rest of her clothes, not doing the remedy Anya told him.